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🕑 Added 2023-04-04 14:02:31 +0000 UTC
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Boyfriend to Blob, Chapter 1
The sound of a key turning in the bolt lock rouses you from your slumber. Wait, a key turning in a bolt lock?! That means… She's home! There’s no way you got the dates wrong, she must be home early. You jump out of bed and scan the room in a panic, you see a sea of dirty laundry around you. Fuck! You tear through the room looking for anything that’s not covered in crumbs or cum, and throw it on. Dashing out of the room you slide across the hardwood in your socks into the living room doorway. Your heart skips a beat as the door starts to open. Even by your low standards, this place is a pigsty, you know you’re in trouble. You brace yourself for the impending verbal assault.
You see shock, bewilderment, and then rage play across your girlfriend's face. “What the fuck, happened?!”, she says furiously.
Nervously you put your back to the wall before sheepishly saying, “I would’ve had this place spotless, you came home early.”
“What are you talking about? I’m not home early. I told you that I was coming back this Thursday, it’s Thursday.”, she says with clear annoyance.
“Oh…”, you mumble.
“This place looks like you spent the whole time stuffing your face, playing video games, and jerking off.”, she says coldly, as she scans the mess.
“I… uh, well…”, you stammer.
“ENOUGH, I don’t want your pathetic excuses! You’re going to clean this place right now!”, she cuts you off in a raised authoritative voice. She walks past you without a second glance towards the bedroom. Once again you brace for impact.
“I want this WHOLE HOUSE CLEANED BY TONIGHT!”, she barks upon seeing that the mess has extended to the bedroom as well.
You spin around in a circle surveying the room, unsure where to begin.
“I’m going to take a shower. I want you to be cleaning by the time that I get out.”, she says coldly.
The thought of your girlfriend’s big blubbery body all soaped up makes your cock twitch. You know there’s no way you’re getting laid until this house is cleaned. You let out a heavy sigh. You hadn’t meant for her to come home to this. You never meant to lose track of time. It’s just that, for once you were having a blast. You were enjoying lazing about, eating, gaming, and jerking off at your leisure.
As you walk through the kitchen to get the trash bags under the sink, you see that it’s at least equally if not more disgusting than the rest of the house. This is as good as any place to start. You start throwing pizza boxes in a corner to recycle and bagging up the non recyclables. Gotta save the planet you think ironically.
“Did you go to the gym at all while I was gone?”, your girlfriend asks casually as she dries her hair.
You almost jump out of your skin. When the hell did she get there? “I… uh… I’ve been busy. I think I got at least one sess in though.”, you try to say equally as casually.
“Really? Your shirt is riding up as you bend over to pick up your trash.”, she says dryly.
You look down and see that your shirt is indeed riding up. Where there was once rock hard abs there’s now a tiny outward bulge. Self consciously you pull down your shirt.
“You really did spend the whole time I was away doing nothing but stuffing your face, gaming, and jerking off. Pathetic. You’re pathetic. Get this place cleaned up NOW!”, she says angrily as she storms off into her office.
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